A trade union leader gets fired along with some others, gets a trip to Tanzania from the workmates, is robbed by one of the fellow fired – who need food for his little brothers because their mother walks the street. He reports the guy to the police and then changes his mind. And get a lesson in socialism.

Marseille is really nice, but known for criminality and other social problems. The film is one long plea for comradery and for that you can’t blame people for robbing and beating up others. And for that you’re pretty well off if you’ve worked all your life and have a drink on the balcony. Of course that’s fine, but it bothers me that they chose to completely ignore selected parts of the problem. For example, the robbing work buddy gets a whole lot of sympathy – but his companion is simply evil. The main character’s son asks, “Why these kids?” when the robbery victims takes care of the robber’s little brothers. And that is still unclear: Why should those who stand closest get it all, when those you don’t see have greater needs? The movie is okay, with pretty looks but mediocre acting.